"Why are you so skilled at this?"
Hua Yuerong lowered her head, asking softly.
"It's instinct."
Bai Feng once again assumed the demeanor of a Demon Lord, replying earnestly, "You understand me, Junior Sister. All my life, I have had no interest in the desires between men and women, yet you are the exception of all exceptions."
"So...."
"So, when Brother Qingling was just kissing Yuerong, his hands became restless, didn't they?"
Hua Yuerong blushed, interjecting.
At this moment, a slight smile appeared on her lips, and her mood seemed to lighten instantly.
"Ahem...."
Bai Feng, not knowing how to respond directly, could only clear his throat: "Men have always been like this since ancient times."
"Heh."
Upon hearing this, Hua Yuerong's rosy lips curled into a full smile, "Men have always been like this, so Brother Qingling, are you like this only with Yuerong?"
"I... I am."
The atmosphere was perfectly set, and Bai Feng nodded without hesitation.
